Farm Girl's Manor

News of the incident reached the Mo Family, and Zhenzhen said with a puzzled expression, "Our chicken farm has thousands of chickens, why haven’t the chicken thieves stolen from us? Even though there are big dogs guarding, can’t they just throw a few pieces of drugged meat to knock the dogs out? Dazhu Home’s dog was poisoned that way and died."

Upon hearing this, Xin Er showed no mercy as she pushed her brother’s head from behind, "I’ve never seen anyone who hopes for thieves to come and steal from their own family, are you a fool?"

Zhenzhen pouted in dissatisfaction, "Don’t you find it strange? What if those chicken thieves are plotting something big, preparing for a grand theft? Shouldn’t our family be on the lookout?"

"You think those thieves are Jiangyang Robbers, able to scale walls and leap over rooftops!" Xin Er laughed, amused, "Those chicken thieves probably respect father and sister’s social status and that’s why they haven’t stolen from us. There’s never been such an incident before, and now it just happens during a snow disaster. It’s probably people from the neighboring villages who wouldn’t dare do it unless absolutely necessary."

Zhenzhen looked up at her with admiration, his little hands clasped in flattery, "Second sister, you’re really clever to think of that."

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"Of course, I am your sister, I naturally know more than you." Xin Er’s face showed a trace of pride, and she patted her brother’s head as encouragement, "When you grow up, you’ll naturally know more. But when you study in school, make sure not to become like some scholars who study until their brains go dull."

"Humph, I, your brother, am exceptionally clever; how could studying turn me foolish?" Zhenzhen confidently declared, though in his heart he nonchalantly curled his lip. He wasn’t a fool; how could he not know why the chicken thieves hadn’t stolen from their farm? They hadn’t stolen yet because there were other chickens to steal, but once those were gone and their gall grew, who knows when they might strike?